"Now, Joe, you can go and sit over there, close to Daisy, and then you won't miss a word." There was a sarcastic inflection in her voice, even Chandler noticed that, but he obeyed her with alacrity, and crossing the room he went and sat on a chair just behind Daisy.

From there he could note with reverent delight the charming way her fair hair grew upwards from the nape of her slender neck.
"The AVENGER: A THE-O-RY" began Daisy again, clearing her throat.
"DEAR Sir--I have a suggestion to put forward for which I think there is a great deal to be said.

It seems to me very probable that The Avenger--to give him the name by which he apparently wishes to be known--comprises in his own person the peculiarities of Jekyll and Hyde, Mr.Louis Stevenson's now famous hero.
"The culprit, according to my point of view, is a quiet, pleasant-looking gentleman who lives somewhere in the West End of London.

He has, however, a tragedy in his past life.

He is the husband of a dipsomaniac wife.